Where cross the crowded ways of life, Where sound the cries of race and clan, Above the noise of selfish strife, We hear Thy voice, O Son of man! In haunts of wretchedness and need, On shadowed thresholds dark with fears, From paths where hide the lures of greed, We catch the vision of Thy tears. 1-2 Words by Frank Mason North / Music: Gardiner’s Sacred Melodies

The cup of water giv’n for Thee Where Cross The Crowded Ways Of Life The cup of water giv’n for Thee Still holds the freshness of Thy grace; Yet long these multitudes to see The sweet compassion of Thy face. O Master, from the mountain side, Make haste to heal these hearts of pain; Among these restless throngs abide, O tread the city’s streets again. 2-2